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The Fetish	By : unicornlord Category: +M through R > My Little Pony Views: 13898 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Applejack pulled her knot of her plaid shirt tighter, her breasts squishing together to form a decent valley of cleavage. It had grown nearly to a D-cup, just a few hairs shy of having to get a set of bigger shirts.
Granny Smith had suggested going on and buying a bra, saying something about "being unbecoming of a lady to be showing off her milkers and whatnot." Applejack took it into consideration, but she'd never worn one since she'd first tried them on; the wire was uncomfortable, and left a bruise after a day's work. Along side that, she sweated and with it came the awkward moment of opening her shirt, which flustered Big Mac somewhat, the perv.
Not that she could blame him. It was actually a little flattering to know she was desirable, though she didn't know what to do with it. After all, she barely left the farm, although the recent addition of a certain purple pony had begun to cure her of that problem, little by little.
Which, to be frank, she found odd, since Twlight was more of a homebody then she was. She gave herself a quick glance in the mirror, checking to see if she was missing anything. A pair of daisy dukes, self made from a pair of brown jeans that had gotten destroyed trying to fell a tree, her solid, shapely body, not tight and toned like Rainbow Dash's (and oddly, Pinkie's, but she had a few theories about that) but a far cry being chubby or overweight.
If she'd dolled up, she could probably give Rarity a good run for her money. Of course, her trademark hat sat off the edge as a reminder she had forgotten something. She quickly reached for it, feeling as if she were completely naked without it. She trotted downstairs quickly, eyeing the blackish blue sky of the predawn morning as made her way to the kitchen to rustle up some breakfast.
Oddly, Big Mac was downstairs before her, a rare sight, considering his lazier streak. "AJ?" He said, somewhat surprised. "Granny told you to take the day off, didn't she?"
Had she? She said, trying to shake the morning cobwebs from her mind. She'd had a whole list of things to do today, though: The Western Orchard need bucking, there some fence work that needed to be repaired... Oh yeah, there was something about Granny telling her to let Big Mac handle it, but he couldn't be trusted to not doze off under a tree somewhere with Applebloom.
"I got too much on my plate to rest ta'day." She said, hands of wide, curvaceous hips that settled into long, thick, powerful thighs. Big Mac puffed out a breath, chuckling as he went back to his toast. "What's so funny?"
"Nothing. You just reminded me of mom, is all." He smiled. It waned as her face twisted in the pain of memories, and he looked away. "Sorry."
Her offered her a piece of toast, which she took and buttered, nibbling the crust off first, one of the many little quirks she'd acquired from her mother, though she was largely unaware of it. For minutes, they sat in silence, the cracking and chewing of the bread breaking up the quiet of the bluing sky.
It really wasn't fair. Big Mac was the oldest. He'd gotten the most time to enjoy the love of their parents, the joy and the memories that AJ could only just recall. It grew harder by the day to recall them with the same clarity; reflection, after all, didn't help Granny on the farm, and such things only brought her a cold shiver and cold lump in her stomach, depression coursing through her veins if she lingered long enough.
She suppose, then, it was part of the reason for Big Mac's more Stoic nature. Cheerilee often prodded Big Mac on, trying to stir an older, unscarred form that was much more open. AJ shifted: she would like to see that herself.
Sure, she caught glimpses, every now and then when he did something mischievous, the smirk was slightly more coy and lobstranomous, and though she oftened ended up scolding him, she inwardly found herself wanted to do the same.
It was probably half of the reason she agreed to increase the size of hoofers rather then blab to the town about her friend's perverse play.
Her face crinkled at the thought, though more in sorting it out then disgust or confusion. She never really could figure out whether it enticed her or not. Frankly, she out to opt out soon; the swell of her breasts aside, the leers of the men at market was becoming noticable even to her dull perception of arousal.
It didn't sit right, frankly, like butterflies let loose in her stomach, causing the tips of her fingers to dull and get cold as even Dr. Hooves, Derpy's collected, yet eccentric, wandering husband, eyes drifted every now and then down the knot between her shirt.
She finished her toast finally, and stretched out a bike in her chair, trying to figure which chore to tackled first.
"Maybe you should take a nap in the barn. You used to love doing that." Big Mac offered, not liking her lack of ability to slacken and pause. "The Harvest can wait a day, AJ."
"You really think I should take the day off?" She asked again.
"Ee'yup." came his trademark answer. Her head rattled around.
Well, she could probably figure out something to do in her off time. Maybe she'd go to Twilights to turn the spell off after a nap.
Granny's orders were Granny's orders, after all, she suppose with a sigh. She cracked her neck as she made her way to the barnyard to find some large stack of hay to rest against. Big Mac followed her outside, but veered off to the apple cart, loading it with apples by type and color, sneaking a few from a barrel or too for himself.
"Big óle dork." she snorted as she creaked open the barn door, climbed up a stairwell to the second floor (the ground bushels usually damp and unpleasant), and settled back. "Maybe I can get pinkie to help me repaint the outside again. Did a fantastic job last time." She mumbled as she reered back, enjoying the crunch of the hay against her skin, pulling her hat over her eye. "Yeah, I should called one of them over..."
She hadn't realized she was tired enough to drift off to sleep so quickly. Nor that Big Mac could be stealthy enough to sneak in after market and join her on the barrel. Although, she be fair, she'd only awakened with a surprising snort after she'd rolled over onto him. "'nrk huh, wha-?" She said, lapping her lips, realizing she'd been drooling somewhat as the taste of dried spittle danced across her tongue.
Big Mac did nothing, opting to look at her with a face that somehow managed to get the phrase "Uh... okay?" across his also drowsy features.
"Ah, dammit, Big Mac." She huffed with a yawn. "How long was I out?"
"I dunno. It's midday." Her eyes widen at the thought. "Still here when I got back, figured I'd join you for a spell."
"What about the chores?"
"Well... about that." He began with a smirk. "Cutie mark fence builders."
"You didn't." She cringed. Oh god, she was gonna have to replace the whole fence after they were done. "Tell me you didn't let them Apple Buck the west orchard."
" Ee'nope. Last thing I need is for them to break their legs kickin' trees. Rainbow dash and Twilight are watching them for me."
She cleaned her eyes. She should probably join them, she thought as she sat up, hands pressing off Big Mac's broad chest. She reared back and yawned with another stretch, hissing as she squeezed ever last muscle tightly, forcing the air out of body.
"Huh?" Big Mac spoke up, his eyes furrowing curiously, and looking down, then back up at her, then back down, then back up at her. "What the..."
"What?" She asked, looking down. Two medium sized dots had begun forming on Big Mac's shirt. The looked like liquid. Perhaps she'd drooled on him, maybe? Or, perhaps...
She looked down to the valley between her arms. Twin droplets dripped off the edges of her knotted shirt, driven by the folds and chaos theory from her dully aching harden areolas, tugging at the rim of her shirt to be let free and loose.
It was true she'd been ignoring the dull ache Twilight had said she'd get when she was close to bursting, but that was mostly do to habit: after all, farm work tended to leave dull aches all over by the end of the day. "Oh my sweet Celestia!" She said with a panick, but found herself unable to move from Big Mac's lap. "I... uh-"
"Are you... nursin?" He said, still in shock.
"You've got some explaining to do, Applejack." He almost growled. "NOW." He did growl.
"Big Mac, calm down." She said, holding him down as he tried to rear up. "I can explain."
"Who was it?!" Her said, fidgeting under her. "I'll killém."
"It was nobody! I swear! Goddamit, Big Mac, Settle down before you cause a scene!" She said, still fighting to keep him down. "Look, it's complicated!"
"Ain't complicated! Somebody's going to die." He huffed like a bull on fire. "Now tell me who."
"IT WAS TWILIGHT!" She barked suddenly, grabbing his wrists, and shoving him onto his back again, so she straddled him, arms pinned high and wide. At last, he finally fell motionless, although no less shocked and disturbed as she dripped a few more times on his shirt, off hers. "Look, settle yer nerves, you dumb oaf, I ain't knocked up. I don't even have a special somepony. I can't explain everything, alright. Just CALM DOWN, dammit."
She took a few moment, before slowly releasing her grips, opting to cover herself with her hands as so as they were free, looking around for a towel or rag to wipe herself off with. Finding nothing, her eyes returned to the glare of Big Mac's, who sat ready.
"Ya calm down."
"Ee'yup." He grunted. "This had better be good, AJ."
She winced. He never called her AJ unless he was mad. "I ain't stupid; how did Twilight, a mare, manage to get you preg-."
She walloped him over the head in anger, knocking some of his out in place of shock. "First of all, I AIN'T with foal, I already told ya."
"Fine." He corrected himself. "Then why are you nursin'?"
She took a deep breath. "Look, promise me you'll let me finish before you storm out or anything. Promise me."
"I ain't likin' where this is goin'." Big Mac said with down cast eyes. "... Ee'yup. Fine. I'll wait till you finish."
"Big Mac..."
"I'll wait."
"You better." She said, taking in another deep breath. Where to begin, really, and how to word it? She was not a silver tongue devil like Rarity or Rainbow Dash, hell she couldn't get one past Pinkie Pie. Sometimes it stunk being the element of honesty. She decided, however, that the truth was odd enough, and hoped for the best as she relayed the details of last week's little encounter at Twilights to her older brother.
His face became a maze with each new detail, contorting and twisting in comprehension and confusion, to disgust, shock, awe, and something she couldn't quite pin point. He seemed, however, to believe her words, and found his own words non-coming in response.
"Twilight said she'd turn it off if we didn't find anybody or like it." She added to the end. "Look, she's my friend, and I know she wouldn't do anything to hurt anypony. I said I'd give it a go. I'm a pony of my word."
"So Twi... has a nursing fetish?" He mumbled back finally. "Well... that's new."
"Ee'yup." She repeated sheepishly. "I'm... sorry if yer disappointed."
"Well... suppose I could see why. Ya never know, people got their quirks. Walk a mile in their shoes an' all that."
"That's kinda what I said, yeah." She sheepishly chuckled back. "Ya know how mom used to say 'keep an open mind about things'. Figured this is what she meant. That and those two mares being each other's special somepony."
"Dash and Fluttershy?" Big Mac asked.
"I reckon Dash might play both sides of the field, actually." She said "I dunno, element of loyalty and all that, hard to tell which way Dash swings, if you get get what I'm sayin'."
They both chuckled at the Rainbow-maned girl's expense, then fell silent as Big Mac eyed his sister over, trying to figured something out without asking her. His head cocked sideways, and his eyes turned away for a moment.
"Hey Big Mac." She said softly. "Thanks for listenin'."
"Ee'yup." He mumbled. She pulled her hands from her chest, and bent down, hugging him gently, not worrying about the growing stain between them. "Applejack?"
"Yeah, Big Mac?" She said, looking up from his chest.
"You ever give it a full go?" He asked, looking away. "Ya know... with somepony?"
"Ah... um..." she flustered. "Not really, no. I didn't know who to ask. I thought, maybe giving Applebloom an ask, like Twilight n' spike, but you know... how do ask that, ya know?"
"Ee'yup." He mumbled. "Um... Applejack?"
"Yeah, Big Mac?"
"Ya... don't mind... well, I mean... uh... Don't be supposing ya let me help you try?" He blurted finally, his tongue dry and dancing around nervously, clicking against he fidgeted underneath her. She pulled up, not getting off him, but staring at him incredulously, his red fur doing well, but not well enough to hide his flushed features, which burned right through.
She tried wake herself. To tell herself she was still sleeping, and this was some absurd dream she was having, and she'd wake up alone in the barn with the sun barely breaking over the mountain horizon, urging her off to her chores warmly. Yet she found this was, indeed, reality, and her chest had jumped and tightened altogether, cause a few more drips to leak out.
The more she thought about it, the more her chest seemed to egg her forward, and she couldn't really come up with a decent argument against it. She had promised to give it a go, and he was, however surreal it seemed, offered to help.
Still, there was some bit of herself how stereotypically perverse it was to have a go with your brother. Well, not a go, but fairly close. Close enough, really, that she wondered if it was any different. "Big Mac... ya... asking me to a drink?" She asked for clarity.
"Ee... yup" He nervously answered. "If... you know... don't mind."
She looked up towards the roof, going over all the little things that could happen if something went wrong, if she wasn't too his liking, if they pressed further then they should. If they should cross that line she'd heard the few bigots murmur behind her back. Her heart steeled and her belly darkened and cooled with each fantasy of being mocked, of the cries of perversion.
"Incestuous whore."
"Slut."
"Freak."
It wasn't until a gentle hand tugged at the collar of sleeve of her shirt that she broke out of her fears, and found Big Mac's face raised to hers, free hand holding her steady as he righted himself to face her. She found herself blushing, turning away from his far to gentle features.
He pushed the brim of her up, scooting the few strands in his way, and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead, cause her to shiver. "If you don't want to, stop me."
"N-nothing else, right?"
"Ee'yup." He whispered, trying to remain the calm and collect one of the two. She shivered as he reached up, gripping the damp folds of the knot between her shirt, tugging with surprising gentleness.
Shivered again, as the knot undid, and feel down, exposing the curvaceous valley formed by her overripe breasts. With her beating heart, thin silky strings of milk curved down her body, tracing the curve of her stomach, stopping on the hill of Big Macs thumbs as her held her steady.
"Well..." She didn't finish.
Instead, cooing and tensing as Big Mac opened her shirt exposing the beating nipple, each breath and heave causing a little more drops to drain from her. Big Mac's breath danced against her fur, and she wiggled and tried not to laugh at it's subtle tickling.
She couldn't, however, stop her squeak as Big Mac's lips suddenly closed, the thin smooth hardness of his teeth causing shocks of electricity. She lurched forward, encapsulating him, arms squeezing around his head, holding the Stallion still as the first suck drew her nipple's precious liquids out and onto the tongue of Big Mac. She hissed and squirmed in her older brother's lap, not knowing whether to escape or press forward.
Either way seemed to send bolts of an unusual electricity through her body, confusion the only thought that hadn't escaped with the deep panting. More and more of the dull ache subsided with each gentle pull from Big Mac's lips, replaced more and more by the warm rush of milk leaving her body.
She didn't know how Twilight could lay there, so calmly, as spike did the same thing that Big Mac was currently. Maybe she was less sensitive, having done it for so long.
Maybe they'd appeared at the wrong moment, when all the chirps and cries had drained out. In any case, the thought quickly vanished as she cooed in an effort to relax herself in Big Mac's grip. She swallowed, hard, holding her breath down to calm her beating chest.
She had to admit, it wasn't the worst feeling in the world. Looking down, seeing Big Mac eyes shut, his lips pursed, to and fro, persuading more of her sweet nectar down his gullet needingly. She let her breath out, and relaxed, letting the warming sensation brim over her like a soft foam.
Oh great, she mused as she reached up with a oddly weary hand, and managed to catch Big Mac off guard by stroking his dirty blonde hair, I'm enjoying this.
He looked up at her with a well hidden flush behind his red coat, but she could see it as if he were as pearly white as Rarity. She felt her heart skip a beat as he refused to let go of the little bit of her flesh in his mouth.
"Enjoying it?" She asked.
He said nothing, but lowered his eyes, shutting them, and returning his duties.
I guess so. She smiled as she pressed a little further as the weight of her chest continued to spill out of her body.
Gentle ecstasy it was for her, and even the worries and leers of eyes casting judging glares couldn't seem to pry her away now from Big Mac.
She couldn't lie; she hoped Big Mac would never finish. She would have to tell Twilight to give her some advice on how to go about keeping things a secret for so long; this particular devil's fruit was far too succulent to resist.
It then, only seemed to be far too soon, as she felt the last little bit drain from her breast, and Big Mac grunted in some disappointment, and peeled back from her chest, staring as it bounced free from him. His eyes drifted up to meet her again, and they caught each other in another odd moment of revelations.
"So... how was it?" She asked breathless, pulling her shirt back over the twitching nub.
"Like... something else." He said, unable to pin the taste down; a million times better then cider, a hundred times better then Zap apple jam, better then the tastiest apple fritters, a million different other things.
She went to close her shirt, but found Big Mac grabbing her hand. Pushed it away, and peel back the sticky cloth covering her other, still overfilled, heavy breast. She scowled at him, though no real venom behind it. In fact, she could only tut, and push back a little.
"Ya big oaf." She said, rubbing his cheek. He huffed, before taking her back in, a little bit rougher then before, and continued his ministrations. She sucked in a breath, but the feeling had settled down with the shock dissipating, and she stroked his lock to encourage him.
Definitely worth it, she concluded, it was definitely worth keep this spell on. It would be a bit of a hassle, and she'd obviously take some flack from the others if they did agree, but this settled, comfort, despite it being her older sibling nursing like a newborn, it was something she couldn't be without anymore.
She was addicted, in one try.
And then, another thought: would Applebloom have a taste? Would she enjoy it as well? It felt unfair to leave her out; it was, after all, a drink for younger children.
But Big Mac was a bit more rational then Bloom, more knowing and understanding, even if they were both handfuls.
Still, nothing to worry about it now, having the big goof nuzzling against her chest slight, taking in the scent of fruit scent soap and drying milk, which was oddly alluring and reminded him of something he could quite pinpoint again.
He could be at this all day, really. He probably had the stomach for it. Definitely had the acquired taste. And Applejack seemed to be enjoying herself, cooing in to calm her nerves. She hit some nerve along his neck, and he tensed, causing her to chirp as he bit down a little.
"C-come on, Big Mac, no biting." She scolded him again, still lacking her usual attitude. "You're too big for that."
"Sorry." he mumbled while hiding his face in her chest. "Applejack?"
"Yeah, Big Mac?"
"Tell Twilight she was right." He said with a blush.
"... Was gonna, Big Mac..." She said as he took to her again, to finish the rest of his drink.

Just a friendly reminder: I did warn at the start that Sex was far and few between, so don't go getting your hopes but. However, I do have another chapter in mind for AJ and Big Mac.
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